At one point in Henry's life, his parents had a house that was simply one room.
Where the cooking happened, they slept. Where guests were invited, they often used his bed as a place to sit around and talk.
His mother noticed early that Henry liked keeping to himself and, when she saw that someone using his space as their own bothered him, they built him a bed in the rafters of the house by putting up a few planks and making a comfortable place cushioned with bags of hay for the child to sleep.
During the middle of the night when he was about eight years old, Henry rolled in his sleep and fell off of the small platform. What was once an oasis for him became a memory of pain. The space was then used for storage since he wouldn't use it anymore.
It was around this time that his father started building the back of the house which was two extremely small rooms that couldn't fit more than a bed in them. However, it was Henry's space and no one else's.
